The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting an eerie glow through a giant, crystalline beehive, like, thousands of glittering facets reflecting the pale blue sky above. The air's dry, with a weird electric charge that makes my hair stand on end, and it smells like ozone and burnt honey. Water somehow flows upwards through the hive's central axis, forming a frozen vortex at the top that doesn't seem to be moving, despite the gentle hum of...some kind of energy emanating from the structure. The frozen water column supports a perfectly formed, miniature replica of the Great Sphinx, just...just sitting there, suspended in mid-air.